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27 AUGUST 1977 – NANTYCAWS HILL, CARMARTHEN

Francis Lloyd set off from Haverfordwest with a heavy truck of merchandise to deliver to the Continent. With him in the cab was sixteen-year-old John Dwyer, the son of his employer. At 2.30 AM, the truck was two miles out of Carmarthen on the A48 heading for Crosshands. As it slowed and started to take Nantycaws Hill the driver and his mate encountered the humanoids.

Mr Lloyd told investigators Randall Jones-Pugh and F. W. Holiday, “I came down into a dip at the bottom of Nantycaws and started to climb up and then the lights just picked up these two.....things. I saw them and thought: ‘It can’t be – it must be my eyes’, so I never said a word. John, by the side of me, said: ‘What the hell’s that?’ I just said: ‘I’m not hanging around to find out.’”

The big truck had eight forward headlights which made the road as light as day. Standing on the right-hand grassy verge were two huge figures about seven feet high and correspondingly wide. They were a reddish-orange in colour and seemed to be wearing single-piece celluloid suits.

Their heads were elongated upwards as if carrying a tall helmet. The heads seemed to the witnesses to be about a foot wide and eighteen inches high – rather like those of guardsmen wearing busbies . As the light struck the figures it reflected back.

The two monstrous beings were standing together, slightly turned towards each other. They seemed to be holding some sort of instrument between them, although what this object was the two witnesses couldn’t make out.

The figures remained still as the truck ground up the slope past them. The boy gasped: “Jeez, what was that? I’ve never seen anything like that before. It’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.” Francis Lloyd told the investigators: “I also had a weird feeling. I wouldn’t call it fright. It was a sort of cold tingling as were approaching and passing them.”

Pugh asked, “Did they have arms, legs?”

“Yes, they had arms. And there was a sort of flap on the shoulders.”

“Did they have their arms up when you saw them?”

“Yes. It seemed as if they had radios or something and they were holding an object....They seemed to be holding something. Also they had some sort of aerial coming out of them.”

“How long were these aerials?”

“About to the top of the head. They glittered in the lights. They were a chrome-silvery colour.”

The supposed aerials seemed to emerge out of the left side of the figures’ chests and reached to about the top of their high heads. However, John Dwyer said later that he also glimpsed a smaller aerial coming from the side of one of the beings’ heads.

“You saw no glow – no sign of a landed craft?” Pugh asked Francis Lloyd. “No.” “You’ve never seen individuals like this before? They weren’t roadmen by any chance?”

“No, they definitely were not.”

“Were they facing you?”

“They were just standing. I’ve never seen anything so weird or ever felt so weird. They were slightly turned in towards each other like we are now. It wasn’t a trick of the light because I had eight headlights on.” “Did you notice their legs?”

“No. That’s the funny part, I didn’t. John didn’t either.”

“Could you make out features?”

“No – and that’s another queer part. The faces were there, but we seemed to see through them like. There seemed to be nothing. You couldn’t make them out. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I always believed that UFOs were a hoax but it definitely made me change my mind about that. They weren’t human – I’m pretty sure about that.”

Man and boy stared at this spectacle for five to six seconds while the heavy truck rumbled past the monsters and left them behind in the darkness. A reaction then seemed to set in with the truck drew and neither of them mentioned the subject for the rest of the journey.

The load was delivered to the Continent and, in due course, John Dwyer returned to Ireland where he lives.

“Did he ever mention it before he went home?” Pugh asked.

“Yes,” said Francis Lloyd. “He said: ‘I don’t want to talk about it and I never want to see anything like that again. I’ve never seen anything like it in my whole life.’”

Lloyd’s wife, Pat, broke in to comment: “Whatever it was they saw, the boy couldn’t seem to get over it.” The inexplicable affair nagged so much at Francis Lloyd’s mind that he finally told the story to Harry Williams, a Carmarthen detective he knew.

Source: The Dyfed Enigma Pugh and Holiday 1979 pages 131 -134.